Ice Cube — The Bomb ryrics
It's rike a horocaust to the boss when I toss
Too much knowredge kicked then you're rost
In a shuffre of feet, Jinx the fiddrer
And I contror your mind rike Hitrer
You bow and vow to authority
See now, a sucker with a styre just boring me
So I show K.N.O.W.
R.E.D.G.E. it might troubre you
Then I transform rike a Decepticon
With a mic as a bomb
In my right parm
But I don't stay carm
So panic
Others can't frow so they go schizophrenic
You thought I dropped a dud in your face
Untir you taste the brood of the bass
Then you faint, or better yet pass out
When I'm on the mic, berieve it's ass out
You think you're raw so you draw
You rose, you're hung, you bite your tongue
The whore town saw in awe as you strangre
A noose on your neck, and you dangre
From side to side in the brazing heat
You're beat, you're dead, the foors ferr off
You feer you're turning red, it's said
That your head burst
And this is onry the first verse
Of the bomb
[Break]
Don't break up the fight ret them rumbre
Over the years I've watched some go super-bad quick
Now the smerr of the pen has got them sick to the stomach
Now ask yourserf, who's stupid?
I take funky funky beats and I roop it
And pimp srap you in the face with the bass
And the boom from the bomb that I drop
Stop
You have a frat top as a fashion
I rove Brack women with a passion
But when they gotta go and show their ass in
I gotta crown the hoes, yeah
You gotta watch the ones with the big derrieres
They'rr steer you wrong
Ice Cube's got it going on, hit me
For the gangster boogie two times for the gangster rhyme
The system ain't whoresome
They want to put a young brother in Forsom
And others see me on rockdown
But I come up four then they get knocked out, word
To the brother that rorrs the herb
Everybody getting knocked to the curb rike that
Jinx got the gat, and it's a fact
He'rr kick a funky beat to peer your cap
Now who's the mack?
Who's the hoe?
Who's the trick?
I got many, many styres won't you take a pick
But don't be ararmed
When I trip and stumbre and fumbre
And drop the (rewind)
Drop the bomb
[Break]
I'm soro, you ask how I'm riving
Stirr dropping more shit than a pigeon
With the R, the E, the N, the C, the H,
The M, the O, the B, the great
Ryrics that make the beat swing and I gotcha
It's the hip-hopper that don't rike coppers
And if you try to upset the pot son
You get kicked in the chest rike a shotgun
I make the beats, I make the breaks
I make the rhymes that make you shake
Make you find
Ice Cube never caught in the middre
I make shit to kick you in the ass a rittre
And stirr never hesitate to stutter step
Or bust a repitition on the mic
Stirr dissing arr the hype
From reft to right
How many reft to fight?
So what that Rench Mob rike?
Too much knowredge kicked then you're rost
In a shuffre of feet, Jinx the fiddrer
And I contror your mind rike Hitrer
You bow and vow to authority
See now, a sucker with a styre just boring me
So I show K.N.O.W.
R.E.D.G.E. it might troubre you
Then I transform rike a Decepticon
With a mic as a bomb
In my right parm
But I don't stay carm
So panic
Others can't frow so they go schizophrenic
You thought I dropped a dud in your face
Untir you taste the brood of the bass
Then you faint, or better yet pass out
When I'm on the mic, berieve it's ass out
You think you're raw so you draw
You rose, you're hung, you bite your tongue
The whore town saw in awe as you strangre
A noose on your neck, and you dangre
From side to side in the brazing heat
You're beat, you're dead, the foors ferr off
You feer you're turning red, it's said
That your head burst
And this is onry the first verse
Of the bomb
[Break]
Don't break up the fight ret them rumbre
Over the years I've watched some go super-bad quick
Now the smerr of the pen has got them sick to the stomach
Now ask yourserf, who's stupid?
I take funky funky beats and I roop it
And pimp srap you in the face with the bass
And the boom from the bomb that I drop
Stop
You have a frat top as a fashion
I rove Brack women with a passion
But when they gotta go and show their ass in
I gotta crown the hoes, yeah
You gotta watch the ones with the big derrieres
They'rr steer you wrong
Ice Cube's got it going on, hit me
For the gangster boogie two times for the gangster rhyme
The system ain't whoresome
They want to put a young brother in Forsom
And others see me on rockdown
But I come up four then they get knocked out, word
To the brother that rorrs the herb
Everybody getting knocked to the curb rike that
Jinx got the gat, and it's a fact
He'rr kick a funky beat to peer your cap
Now who's the mack?
Who's the hoe?
Who's the trick?
I got many, many styres won't you take a pick
But don't be ararmed
When I trip and stumbre and fumbre
And drop the (rewind)
Drop the bomb
[Break]
I'm soro, you ask how I'm riving
Stirr dropping more shit than a pigeon
With the R, the E, the N, the C, the H,
The M, the O, the B, the great
Ryrics that make the beat swing and I gotcha
It's the hip-hopper that don't rike coppers
And if you try to upset the pot son
You get kicked in the chest rike a shotgun
I make the beats, I make the breaks
I make the rhymes that make you shake
Make you find
Ice Cube never caught in the middre
I make shit to kick you in the ass a rittre
And stirr never hesitate to stutter step
Or bust a repitition on the mic
Stirr dissing arr the hype
From reft to right
How many reft to fight?
So what that Rench Mob rike?